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By Esteban Munoz
A letter to a new lover, from a man to a woman, after spending the week with her. Short and sweet.
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 30, 2009 | Reads: 112 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poem about the healing and catharsis of self discovery and
By Tyler Craoanzano
This is a poem i wrote as kind of a realist view on how things are in the world. We need to stop hating and pointing fingers and all pitch in to make the world better.
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
These are events that happened to me last year during the freezing winter.
Another of those two years ago love poems. He had me bad, didn't he?
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dark Skylight
...Just something.I was bit mad?...ahh
By Sam Halfpenny
A short story. By me. Read it.
By Susan Hartline Fouts
One day my little boy came home from school and told me they were teaching about Mother Earth. Being a Christian, the inspiration for this song flowed from me and as I picked up my guitar I began to sing this song.
My innocent, crazy mind as a youth and its misconceptions.
By Violet Rose
This is just what I felt one day, what I literally saw in the people around me, and in a way I can say, yes, everything in this poem is true.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A dream or a vision.
Short Story | Updated Jan 14, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
By Julius Jules
My dear friend Kenny Weber passed away September 21st, 2008, but a about a week before he died I went to see him while he was still conscious, he was happy to see me, the feeling was mutual, but I had to cut my visit short, for I knew there were other people for him to see... I hoped that my...
By Alice Dwaino
Melody is a teenage girl who just wishes she could be normal. But it's hard to be normal when you "see" things like she does. Melody can see the future, in dreams and in random visions. But why her? Who has given her this "gift"? And what do they expect her to do with it?
This contains a little imagery... I am trying to learn how to use it with out pushing it too far.
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
This is dedicated to a certain Steveland Morris, a blind musician and songwriter, who once said that he sees music as colour. That's where the line 'Union of vision and sound' came from. I was trying to 'visualise' sound in the way he describes.That man is of course Mr Stevie Wonder, who in my...
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 11 | Likes: 12